I wish I was the main character in a novel.
I wish my life had perfect plot points that would send me on an adventure.
An adventure in which I find reason and purpose.
An adventure where I meet the people who support me no matter what and help me discover who I am.
Where every hardship we face brings us closer together.
And every trauma in my life I conquer and rise from the ashes, a brilliant flame fanned into a significantly stronger me.
I wish I had the perfect love story.
Full of perfect moments where two people are entirely consumed by a love so strong and fierce that it devours them whole.
A love so passionate that the spark never dies and happily ever after isn't a myth but the truth that I live.
I wish I had a plot diagram.
Where everything in my life is planned out and follows the pattern specifically devised for me.
Where the resolution to my story not only completes me as a person, but ends happily and in my favor.
One that I've accepted as The End.
I wish my story was interesting enough for people to demand a book 2 or 3 or 4.
A story so captivating that no one else's can compare.
A story so filled to the brim with excitement, adventure and fun that you finish the book in one night; completely unable to put it down.
However, my life isn't interesting or exciting. It isn't filled with adventure and passionate romance. There is no set plot line to my life. I have not yet found my reason or purpose. My story is not even remotely close to perfect.
But, God, how I wish it was.

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Poetry, sorta
PoetryThe nighttime ramblings of my brain put into formats and called poetry.